The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Xu Yanran was very surprised why Shaoting asked Shen Lingjun where he lived. After hearing his explanation, she looked at the undisguised worry and anxiety on the young man's face with some amusement.

"What are you in a hurry for? He's such a grown man, don't worry, it's normal if he doesn't go home all night."

"How can I rest assured?" Xu Shaoting wrinkled his nose, "Mr. Zhang Qiuren said he was sick, and his sister said he didn't go home at all."

Xu Yanran blinked: "You really care about Ryan, you two haven't known each other for long, are you so close?"

"Brother is a good man." Xu Shaoting replied calmly, "Can't we have a good relationship with him?"

"Of course there's nothing wrong with it." Xu Yanran said, "But you're going to his house? Don't forget that Miss Shen lives there."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yanran glanced at Mrs. Zhang, and Mrs. Zhang glanced at her son.

She said softly: "Shao Ting is also worried about that child, don't play tricks here, I didn't see how anxious he is."

Only then did Xu Yanran tell Xu Shaoting the address, and after Xu Shaoting repeated it to confirm that he had remembered correctly, she turned around and said "Let's go out" before running away, leaving behind the two ladies at home without looking back.

Xu Yanran raised her voice and joked at the back: "You know that you care about your friends, but if you don't know, you think it's some silly boy who rushed to meet the girl you love."

After sitting in the car and reporting the address to the uncle driver employed by the family, the driver asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to the editorial department of the newspaper?"

Xu Shaoting said: "There is no rush, let's go here first."

The driver then said, "Master, these are exactly two directions. If you go here first, and then go to the newspaper office, everyone will probably be off work."

Xu Shaoting thought that it would not be too late tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Compared with his senior brother, this matter is naturally a trivial matter, so he told the driver to go to the newspaper office tomorrow, please go to the address he mentioned first.

On the way, the driver uncle said twice, for example, the address reported by Xu Shaoting is located in the British Concession, not far from the British police station and the Ministry of Industry.

Speaking of this, he cursed at the white people again, and mentioned that the "Chinese and dogs are not allowed" signs in English at the entrances of parks and white restaurants were the work of these British people.

"It's just a group of white monkeys. Neither the British nor the Americans are good things."

Xu Shaoting was sitting in the back seat of the car. In this day and age, what he hated the most in his heart was of course the Japanese. Listening to the driver's uncle not agreeing with him, he scolded the white people halfway.

From "they are all a group of white apes" to "sooner or later, these people will be driven out of the Chinese land", and finally, he said with a sigh: "I don't know if there will be no white people in our land any more. Our government can also stand upright, and in the majestic land of China, it wants to let some foreigners dominate?"

Xu Shaoting's head was resting on the car window, he was a little motion sick, it wasn't serious, but it wasn't comfortable either, his head was slightly dizzy, and his ability to think slowed down.

Looking at the streets of Shanghai outside the car window, western clothes and cheongsams go side by side, mandarin jackets and long gowns look like people in the Qing Dynasty, and black cars and cable cars slowly rub shoulders with rickshaws pulled by rickshaw pullers.In this era of Huaxia, the street scenery strangely realized a certain cyberpunk-style scene.

He rubbed his temples, pressed them hard, and said slowly: "There will be such a day."

Now it is 22, and there are only [-] years left before [-], and [-] is only the beginning, and it will be many years before the real China can be called a powerful country.

"Master, you are a person who has read... Will there really be such a day?"

Xu Shaoting was about to say: There really is such a day, don't be so pessimistic, you must know that Huaxia is so big, how can they swallow it?And the little boy and fat man in the United States is estimated to be in production, and the Japanese have long been eager to make a move on Pearl Harbor.

But before he could answer, the uncle driver had already shook his head pessimistically: "Don't lie to yourself."

Xu Shaoting: "No, think about the Americans, the British, and the Japanese, their relationship is not that good—vomit—"

Xu Shaoting covered his mouth and opened the car window wider. Originally, because the weather in Shanghai was getting colder, he didn't dare to open the window because he was worried about catching cold, but now he doesn't care so much.He now only feels like the husky with his head sticking out of the car window on the Internet a hundred years later, squinting his eyes and being chilled by the cold wind outside the window, and the feeling of wanting to vomit is suppressed a bit.

But after this "vomit", the uncle driver changed the subject again, this time he began to scold the Japanese, and it was fine to mention that the white people in Shanghai were rampant. something like that.

Xu Shaoting listened in a daze, and thought deeply, when it comes to this world war, the crimes committed by the Japanese can be called the only pervert... The Japanese...

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"Master, wake up, we're at the place."

Xu Shaoting opened his eyes, the car had stopped, he sniffled, his face and head were cold, he didn't know when he leaned against the car door and fell asleep, but the car window was not closed.

Whispered in his heart, this Xu Shaoting is not in good health, one of his two nostrils is blocked. When he opened the car door, his eyes looked outside, and there was a large green lawn. Standalone or small mansions with two or three or four floors.

The driver stopped at the blue sloping-roof two-story mansion that Xu Shaoting heard from Xu Yanran. Xu Shaoting got out of the car and looked at the street as he walked over. .”

Some people also call it the British Police Station, a court, prison, and police station established by the British in the British Concession in Shanghai.

Although it is Shanghai, the concession is a country within a country, and the laws here have nothing to do with China.

It happened that a group of white men in black uniforms, who were probably doing exercises or something, ran over from the other end.

Shaoting subconsciously took two steps back to make way for this team of Caucasians whose average age seemed to be in their thirties, but maybe they were younger, maybe they were all in their 20s. Always look older.

This group of white men ran over, Xu Shaoting looked at them, some of them fixed their eyes, and some of them glanced over with arrogance.

That arrogance is not a pretentious gesture, it is actually that as white men, they already have this kind of almost arrogant self-confidence in their bones.

This reminded Shaoting of an article he had read somewhere before, in which it was written that because of the existence of women, men are born with self-confidence that is superior to others.

If you want to scold someone, "You are a little/handy thing" is an insult. It can be seen that women are inherently "incomplete", so being born as a man is first a kind of nobility.

And this kind of nobility, among Caucasian men, ranks first among male nobility.

However, due to reasons such as history, technological development, and the strength of the country, white women seem to have broken the principle that men are more noble than women in a broad sense. Therefore, in this world, reincarnating as a white man is the first-class nobleness, and reincarnating as a white woman is the highest priority. It is second class noble.

So much so that men or women of other ethnic groups are proud to marry white men or women.

I don't know if they have discovered the hidden white supremacy and self-group dwarfing?

It's just that among the uniformed white men, there was also a brown-haired, light-colored young man in white eyes. The obviously much younger white man suddenly grinned at him. The smile was quite warm and hearty. Shouldn't it be a friendly smile, the young man has already run away with the big army...

Leaving aside the trivial matter of inserting/coming in, Xu Shaoting waited for them to run away from him, he also lifted his spirits and sniffed vigorously, but one nostril was not strong enough, so he knocked on the door of Shen's mansion, and the person who opened the door The maid spoke with a nasal tone.

"Shen Lingjun—is Mr. Ryan Shen at home?"

"Not here." The maid shook her head, "Only Miss Shen is at home."

After confirming that Shen Baoli was not lying, Xu Shaoting asked politely: "Then can you invite Miss Shen to come to the door? I have something to say to her."

The maid looked at him strangely all the time, and didn't agree to the boy in front of him who was only fifteen or sixteen, but said, "Would you like to come in and sit?"

Xu Shaoting said: "I won't go in, just say a few words."

"Then let me ask Miss Shen, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Xu." Xu Shaoting said, "...At 03:30, I just talked to Ms. Shen on the phone."

The maid was thinking "Miss Shen is so charming that even men of her age won't let her go", and "Then this must be a very rich or talented boy, otherwise she won't be able to catch Miss Shen's eyes", I went to hire someone.

When I saw Shen Baoli again, it was probably because I knew that I was going to meet Xu Shaoting, so my expression was undisguised.

Xu Shaoting looked at her, and also found that this charming literary girl must have really suffered some kind of blow. On the already pale complexion, that face was really haggard, and she looked older than her 22-year-old age. Then three or four years old.

"Come to find Ryan? I said that he didn't come home all night, and he has been fooling around until now." Shen Baoli had no intention of inviting anyone into the house, so she leaned against the door and said coldly.

Seeing that she still couldn't swallow that breath, and completely abandoned the disguise of the goddess Fan, she added in a strange way: "You two have a very good relationship."

"He's sick, you know?"

Xu Shaoting stared fixedly at the girl in front of him: "I have a cold, a fever, and a sore throat, and I didn't go home all night. Do you know that a cold and a fever can kill you in this day and age?"

"He's so sick, why doesn't he go home?"

Shen Baoli was silent for a while.

Xu Shaoting guessed her expression, frowned and asked: "Did you quarrel with him?"

"My relationship with him cannot reach the point of quarreling." Shen Baoli looked up at the boy.

"If you come to complain for him, or if you want to quarrel with me, please go slowly." Shen Baoli said.

Xu Shaoting held back his breath and just asked, "Then do you know where he might have gone?"

"He's not a good boy." Shen Baoli replied with an unfriendly expression, "Maybe he lives in a woman's house. After all, he looks so attractive to women, isn't he?"

"So you don't know either." Xu Shaoting nodded, endured his disappointment, turned around and prepared to leave.

Shen Baoli suddenly stopped him: "Wait, how did you know he was sick?"

"He and Teacher Zhang Qiuren called for sick leave."

"Then you come in. I have Zhang Qiuren's phone number. You call him and ask him. I also have the phone number of the Ministry of Industry Bureau and their staff dormitory. Zhang Qiuren doesn't know. You can call the Ministry of Industry Bureau and ask."

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The Ministry of Industry Bureau phone was not used, the first call was made, Zhang Qiuren answered, heard Xu Shaoting's worries, and comforted the students very intimately.

He also told him: "Your senior brother is not in the mansion of the Ministry of Industry and Technology Bureau, but in the apartment his mother bought for him in the early years. I told you the address and phone number. You can go to him and see if he is not there." , and then call the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, maybe they live in a dormitory."

Xu Shaoting asked Shen Baoli to borrow a pen and paper, and wrote down the address and phone number. Shen Baoli was a little weird in silence the whole time. He hung up Zhang Qiuren's phone, and Shen Baoli said, "So he still has a property in Shanghai."

The tone was even more sarcasm: "Yes, his mother is very rich, and the second marriage was a noble white man."

Xu Shaoting didn't bother to talk to Shen Baoli, and called Zhang Qiuren's phone number three times in a row, but no one answered.Then I called the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, and the other party heard that he was a friend of Ryan Shen, and his tone was very polite, and told Xu Shaoting that Ryan was on rotation today and did not live in the staff dormitory.

Xu Shaoting put down the old-fashioned telephone receiver that needed to be dialed, and treated Shen Baoli's weirdness, and only said softly: "I'm sorry to bother Miss Shen, and I will take my leave now."

When he got to the door, Miss Shen suddenly chased after him. Regardless of her status as a lady, she grabbed his wrist and lowered her body. Some women's voices softened in a pitiful gesture: "If you find him, please call and tell him." Let me know, at least let me know that he is safe and sound."

Because he heard the story about this elder sister from Shen Lingjun, Xu Shaoting didn't really believe that it was a brother-sister relationship, but he agreed.

After getting out of the Shen mansion and getting into the car, before the driver uncle asked gossip: "That lady is—"

Xu Shaoting reported the address he got from Zhang Qiuren, and this time he became even more dizzy on the way.The driver chattered a few words, seeing him tightly closed his eyes and holding the huge kraft paper letter in front of him, he shut his mouth, not wanting to disturb the young master's sleep.

Shen Lingjun's apartment is located between Xu Mansion and Shen Mansion, a little closer to the pier.

On the way, Xu Shaoting was blowing the cold wind that poured into the car, and his head was both cold and comfortable. He knew he shouldn't blow it, but he closed the window and felt sick, so he endured it all the way, and the driver said, "Here we are."

Finally, at the end of the day, he couldn't wait to open the door of the car, even forgetting to put the letter in the car, and walked outside, but the driver couldn't help but ask: "Little master, who are you going to see? I spent the whole afternoon on the road."

Xu Shaoting said: "Friend."

Waiting to quickly step into the apartment, go up to the second floor, and stop in front of the door that Zhang Qiuren said was painted with green paint on the second floor. There are rows of flower pots in front of the door, but there are no flowers in it, and the house is full of unknown weeds.

Xu Shaoting hurried all the way here and hesitated.

It's true that they are just friends, at most they can add the status of senior brother, but it can't be true.

In fact, they are just classmates who make up lessons together.

It's just... I feel that Shen Lingjun looks a little like him.

Dad has a family, and mother has a family, and his experience is actually not much different.

Can still grow into such an outstanding young man, and sure enough, the two of them are more alike.

When the knock on the door finally sounded, after a dozen or so knocks, the two children appeared upstairs and looked down.

Xu Shaoting lost his mind: where did Shen Lingjun go?

He raised his legs and was about to leave when he heard footsteps. The door was opened from the inside, which was painted with green paint but also mottled, revealing a pale face with two dark circles under his eyes, looking out of the door with dull eyes .

Xu Shaoting was stunned dumbly, not thinking about what to say.

She also never thought about what to say when she met someone, she just wanted to quickly confirm that Shen Lingjun was safe.

Shen Lingjun was extremely surprised: "Young court?"

Only then did he open the door, and the boy saw that he was wearing a crumpled blanket and a large gray shirt with the hem hanging past his hips, revealing a tropical-style shirt with the same pattern as if he was going on a beach vacation. Big bright pants.

Then, in such weather, he was naked below the knees, with the same pale skin, stepped on a pair of flip-flops, and covered his head with thick, dark hair, and smiled as if he had just woken up: "How did you find this place?"

"Ask Teacher Zhang Qiuren." Xu Shaoting sniffled, bad, there is already a runny nose...

Shen Lingjun looked at the boy even more speechlessly.

But for some reason, I couldn't help but want to laugh, and said softly and helplessly: "Isn't it me who got caught in the rain yesterday? Why did you catch a cold too?"